I, the leader of the secret sect, will do great things in the infinite world!

Harry opened his eyes, feeling relieved - he had never been so comfortable, and even the lightning scar on his forehead was no longer aching, all the pain had disappeared.

"I feel great," he said to Ron.

"Yeah, Hermione said you were too tired, and that charm not only fixed your glasses, but also made you very relaxed." Ron squeezed his shoulder and winked at Harry.

Hermione ran over from the side: "What are you waiting for? We should get out of the car."

There was a smile on Harry Potter's face, and the pain that had carried him for 11 years was no longer there.

His magic journey is just beginning.

141 Come Out to Meet Your King♂

[Current world: Wake-up world (secret religion simulator). 】

[Current remaining number of traversals: 0 (cooling down). 】

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[Current season: a time of calm and calm. 】

【Tomorrow will be a better day. 】

"Collectors of the Reshaping Hand, come out to meet your king!"

A certain door on the second floor of the Walden Bar was kicked open. Li Lin, who had successfully advanced to become the second mark, went out with a wild smile.

It's not that they weren't afraid of Li Lin, it's just that Master Li's current level of madness seems far better than before.

Realizing that Li Lin was starting to act like a demon, the expression of the forget-me-not who was standing in front of the bar changed again and again. After hastily ending the conversation with the guests at the front desk, he rushed up to the second floor in three steps and two steps in one step. Hastily stopped Chunfeng's triumphant horseshoe disease, and planned to praise Li Lin who was so dirty in the past.

"Didn't you just go back to your room and say that you want to rest?" There was an imperceptible trace of resentment in the forget-me-not's tone, probably a little bit of dissatisfaction with Li Lin who was going back on his word.

Li Lin, who was somewhat confused about the concept of time, suddenly realized, so he smiled shyly, turned and left without saying anything.

As we all know, when Master Li is silent, you'd better think about what you did wrong.

The forget-me-nots suddenly appeared, and stopped Li Lin again: "Okay, please allow me to ask what you plan to do, after all, your demeanor is too... outstanding, and you frequently go in and out of Walden The Lake Bar may attract the attention of the official transcendent."

Li Lin, who has always been soft but not hard, was very satisfied with the kind words of forget-me-not.

"I want to go out for a walk." Li Lin explained with a dead eye.

Just want to go shopping and make such a big fight?Forget-me-not almost suffocated for a moment.

"Well, I hope you will come back soon." Forget-me-not's expression became calm again, and he bowed slightly towards Li Lin, "Vienna has not been peaceful recently. The secret organizations of this era are expanding their power... ."

I don't know what's going on, but the forget-me-not always feels that if Li Lin really conflicts with those secret organizations, it will only be those secret sects who don't know how to live and die who will suffer.

You have no idea how terrifying this man is... After shaking his head to drive out his wild thoughts, the forget-me-not returned to the bar.

......

It was foggy in Vienna.

These fogs floated from the sky over the industrial area, with a dry smell. With the end of the world war, Vienna's industrial system was gradually recovering, which was a good sign.

The exile touched his fly-girl short hair. What he saw on the platform earlier was like an unrealistic dream.

She had heard about the woman with the black dog from the colleagues of the former liquidator.

It was a "gathering" far more powerful and terrifying than all the secret organizations in the waking world—they called themselves "Ligeia".

If the term "Ligeia" only refers to the formal appearance in the waking world, it comes from Edgar Allan Poe's suspenseful short story "Ligeia" in the nineteenth century.

In this novel, Ligeia is a perfect, mysterious and beautiful female image, but compared with the external beauty, it is her hidden desire that is more attractive.

They are hungry and thirsty, they are bound by their own desires, they are "sinners" in another sense, but compared with themselves as exiles, these "sinners" are still much freer.

That time, a party of liquidators entered a certain Ligeia's hunting grounds, and they ended up being devoured by a hungry Ligeia.

However, even among Ligeia, their definitions of hunger and thirst are different.

This "Ligeia" member living in Vienna was a little bit more patient than her sister in the Soviet Union, at least she didn't rush up the first time she saw her.

The exile stood on the side of the foggy road, putting the huge box next to him, pondering for a moment, and then took out a note from his coat pocket with uncertainty.

There were a few crooked lines drawn on the front of the note, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a crude map.

On the back is an address and a strange pattern, which is her "acquaintance" in this place.

Saying "acquaintances" is actually not quite correct. After all, this is the place where Ligeia lives. When she passed by this place the year before last, she had a relationship with that nagging key hunter.

The key hunter's accomplishments in the code of enlightenment are enough to allow him to retreat unscathed from the siege of several liquidators.

Now she has betrayed the liquidator organization, and the key hunter who had entangled with the liquidator has become her help instead.

After making up her mind to find the key hunter first, the exile stuffed the note back into her pocket, but when she lowered her head, she found that her suitcase was gone.

The exile raised his head and watched the bustling crowd in the mist.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to steal what belongs to her from an extraordinary person.

Then there was only one possibility - a thief who was also a superhuman was after her.

It may not be the liquidators. When those people enter the city, they have their own signs. They have always been in a big way, and there is no need to hide.

Moth is the criterion of lunatics and deceivers, while Kai is the criterion of thieves and oracles...Compared to approaching her quietly and deceiving her five senses, the exile is more convinced that it is a thief He opened a door on the ground and took his own box directly.

There was some money hidden in that box, but more importantly, there were several strange items from the enemy in it, and she planned to find a place to sell them.

The exile's eyes dimmed. If her pupils looked like a pair of gemstones before, now the darkness inside the pair of gemstones began to surge like a tide.

"What a hassle - I didn't want to deal with the local mysterious organization in this way."

"But it's okay, as long as you have a reputation, everything will be solved."

As for the key hunters, we can only visit them later.

......

In a casino four blocks away, Li Lin, an old acquaintance of the exile, was sitting at a gaming table.

He was bored on the street, but was dragged in by the lady at the door in a daze, and sat at the gambling table in a daze, and started to gamble in a daze.

In the not-so-large casino, the flickering lights and the hustle and bustle almost dispelled the sweaty smell brought about by the crowding.

In front of one of the gaming tables, there were a lot of people around. They stared at the chips on the gaming table with fiery eyes.

"big big big!"

"Small, small, small!"

The croupier wore a professional smile, glanced at the people gathered around the gaming table in front of him, and opened the dice cup.

"3,1,1. Five o'clock."

"Oh, what a pity."

A burst of sighs spread.

Counting this one, this guy has lost a hundred times in a row.

The gamblers around were discussing, some pushed out the chips in front of them, some excitedly collected the chips... But the one who attracted their attention the most was Li Lin who was sitting in the middle of Dama Jindao.

Although this guy only bets one shilling each time, and bets on the simplest guess - but losing a hundred hands in a row is really harder than becoming a billionaire.

Some people suspect that the casino has done something wrong, but they really don't understand the significance of the casino for a mere shilling.

Li Lin showed unwillingness, and touched his nose with a wry smile, then lowered his palm and clenched his fist, with his nails deeply embedded in his flesh.

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor."

His protagonist is full of style, but it's useless.

You have to pay the money.

Li Lin put his hand into his pocket, his expression changed, the pocket was empty.

Upon seeing this, the dealer kept the professional smile on his face and signaled that Li Lin could leave.

Li Lin's expression darkened instantly.

Li Lin, whose eyes were red, rushed over suddenly, rubbed against the croupier's upturned chest, then staggered back, screaming in pain: "No! This milk is poisonous——"

He clutched his chest, and shouted to the gamblers around him, "You all saw it, she was the one who started breastfeeding first!"

The surrounding guests turned their heads away one after another, this scene was really eye-catching.

Li Lin reached out his hand to the croupier shamelessly: "Give me back my money, or I will report you for cheating!"

142 I, Li Lin, and Gambling and Drugs Can't Live Together (Zhen Sheng)

The face of the croupier who attacked Master Li with his shameless and obscene chest was uglier than Li Lin.

She took a step back and raised her hand to indicate that there was something wrong here.

"Heh——" Li Lin poked his neck, "How dare you threaten me? You'd better not let me see you on the streets of Vienna, or you'll be beaten!"

While Li Lin was chattering, several big men walked out of the crowd, picked him up and dragged him towards the back door.

Probably because his feet left the ground, the virus was shut down, and his clever IQ took over the high ground again. Li Lin suddenly realized that he seemed to be thrown out of the door, and he immediately stopped speaking harshly.

Li Lin who was carried away sighed secretly, thinking that he was still too kind.

With curious eyes all the way, Li Lin was thrown by the back door by the strong man.

Master Li, who staggered to his feet and stood up straight, dropped a few words such as, "Don't let me see you in the Walden Pond bar," "You and your precious brothers are the younger brothers among younger brothers," "If it were me, I will give you a good look at my wife," he said harshly, and planned to run away.

Taking advantage of his harsh words, a few strong men blocked Li Lin's way out at some point, surrounded him with unkind expressions on their faces.

If you run a casino, how can you just throw people out when you encounter trouble?

Not to mention far away, if the gangsters on the street want to extort some money, they will have to be beaten first.

If you don't say anything, the thugs will give you a thumbs up to pay after the beating; if you yell out, you will be beaten to death.

Li Lin said so many harsh words before, if he is allowed to stand back and stand still, where will they put the face of the casino?

Li Lin shook his head and sighed when he saw that the thugs did not intend to let him die. Then he looked around and was delighted to see that there were few people behind him.

"I advise you to retreat in time, and you can still save your dog's life and go home." Li Lin narrowed his black eyes slightly, put his left hand behind his back, and felt that he was extraordinary.

Seeing the thugs pulling out rubber batons from behind, Li Lin sighed secretly, stretched out his hand and slapped the strong man in front.

The green light went out, and the thug fell to one side, looking as if Li Lin had slapped someone to death.

"I'm sorry for killing someone." Li Lin raised his palm and shook it, "I don't want to hide it from you, I am the contemporary head of the Hunyuan Xingyi Taiji Sect. This is Huajin."

In order to prove the credibility of his strength, Li Lin also raised his hand, and the green light in his palm rose and condensed into a hanging shape, suspended in the void.

The remaining thugs retreated one after another.

If the unlucky guy was slapped to death by Li Lin using mysterious oriental martial arts and became a topic of conversation in the tavern, then they were stabbed to death by a green light fake hanging. This kind of death method will probably make others laugh for a lifetime if told about it. .

"It's really bastard buying watermelon-rolling, crawling."

Li Lin curled his lips in disdain after a bit of an epilogue, staring at the fluorescent lights in his hands, his eyes revealing reminiscence and sighing deeply, "I remembered that when I was studying in school, I used to play a game of brave with the two people at the same table. "

Seeing Li Lin start to tell the story, it seems that he has no desire to do anything, and some timid thugs already have the desire to escape.

Magic, martial arts, or magic?None of this is important. What is important is that the man in front of him looks crazy, but in fact he can kill himself with one slap.

"Do you know what this game is?" Li Lin asked suddenly.

"What is it?" a thug asked through gritted teeth.

"He and I reached into each other's pants to pluck the hair, to see who plucked more and faster, and then blew the hair into the air to see who blew farther."

Li Lin looked up at the smog and said with deep emotion, "I really miss my youth that I can't go back."

"What kind of youth is this... and what kind of Jumanji is this?!" The thugs' eyes were lost for a moment, and then they realized that they seemed to be full of old things.

Is there any need to miss this kind of youth?

"Forget it, I'm sorry you can't understand the precious youth." Li Lin's voice turned cold, and he stretched out his hand to press the corpse, burning it into a ball of coke whose shape could not be seen, and then completely turning it into fly ash.

The thugs who realized that Li Lin was about to kill him stopped breathing, then turned and ran.

Not far behind is the intersection, so you can stay away from this inaccessible alley!

The fastest runner among them has already seen the dense smog outside, and the smog that would make him retch after smelling it for a long time in the past has become so friendly now.

"Hmph, want to run?" Li Lin stretched out his hand, and an iron nail burned into white smoke in his palm.